THERE'S A DIFFERENCE

Tobin walked into the room the other day and notified me that, "You're a monster daddy."
Hm, well ok. Thanks for letting me know that. And just in case I wasn't clear, "And not a nice one either."

I don't recall what exactly I did to be designated a not-nice monster. It was probably something awful that I'll be locked away for - like taking the vacuum pieces away that he was hitting his brother with, or asking for the kitchen utensils that he's hitting his brother with, or telling him not to use his fists which he's hitting his brother with. Seems like there's a pattern there.

I think he's possibly the monster. And not [always] a nice one...